We had chicken for dinner tonight.
I was carefully cutting mine into bite sized pieces and Carl asked me if I was cutting it up for my grandmother.
I said, “I am the Grandma!”
Then, after a little reflection, I realized I am the only current Grandma in Carl and my little immediate family.
The son of 2 library science majors is doing a little reshelving
I still picture my mothers’ mother when I say Grandma. She was the grandparent I spent the most time with growing up, since we spent our summers at the cabin.
Grandma Finlayson. Picture stolen from my cousin’s blog, without permission. Because 3 hours time difference means it’s too late.
Grandma was a lovely lady, but not quite the vision I have of myself. Maybe I should look in the mirror.
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